KMA goodness !!

Nice job Chonkster! Ze Agente' wll dance for you now!

How could you?

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them, especially their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being your dog to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now you have a new career opportunity in another city and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers."

You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

Yo Gonzo !! Wanna have a pissing match?

Here is the original story and the initial post. After he opened his mouth and proceded to get bitchslapped.........he took it off the forum.
That's cool, I just happen to have it archived.

Here ya go!


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(05-17) 10:38 PDT LOS GATOS - Three Los Gatos residents have been arrested after they allegedly strung a rope across a road and pulled it taut when a dirt biker approached, causing the rider to be thrown off his motorcycle and sustain serious injuries, according to the Santa Clara County Sheriff's Office.On May 16, deputies arrested Donald Bryant, 62, Donna Olsen, 46, and Edward Anderson, 48, on suspicion of assault with a deadly weapon and battery with serious bodily injury.The incident occurred around 8 p.m. on May 6, when a group of dirt bikers was returning home from a ride in the hills along Loma Chiquita Road, said sheriff spokesman Deputy Serg Palanov.Bryant, Olsen and Anderson had tied a rope to a tree on one side of the road and waited in bushes on the other side, he said.When the first rider approached the rope traveling at about 20- to 25 mph, the suspects allegedly pulled the rope taut.The rope caught the rider in the jaw and threw him off the bike, Palanov said.The second rider, who saw his friend lying on the ground on top of his motorcycle, slowed to about 5 mph and, as he was coming to a stop, saw the suspects pull the rope taut again.He was able to stop in time and sustained only minor injuries from hitting the rope, Palanov said.The first rider was taken to Good Samaritan Hospital in San Jose, where he remained in a coma for five days.He suffered severe bone damage and tissue loss and required more than 500 stitches and titanium plates inserted in his face.Anyone with information about the incident is asked to contact sheriff's Detective Dean Baker at (408) 808-4500.


Bri8tboy
Join Date: May 2003

This ecoterrorism disgusts me so. Again, a few phoquing extremists spoil the greater fun of all. What's that Mencken, :"puritanism: the feeling that somewhere someone is having fun."I ride a DS and dirt bikes regularly (I know, hypocrit oil use). I've always been worried about this happening in some areas. A lot of trails have been closed down due to dev'p. You don't think you'd be that sketched ,but I've ridden by "hunters" guarding who knows what in the woods...I always wave and move on. This also puts more pressure on ORV designated areas. Last week my friend ran into a quad (riding the wrong way on the loop!~) and broke his pelvis. The quad rider was even worse. The last thing I need is to be worrying about booby traps....I've got enough to focus on.Addit: That up in the Santa Cruz Mtns? Looks like a gorgeous ride...guy looks okay (for 5 titanium plates, holy shite), is this grounds for the new deadly force law?


cmdrpiffle
Weird huh?

Join Date: May 2004
Posts: 266

a little clarification
They're neither Hippies or Eco-Terrorists.They're Cranksters. Methamphetemine is out of control up here. These idiots are dangerous.
One of my employees was with the group of riders. Their family has property up there and riding quads and motos is what they've done for 30 years.This is very sad. These people should be locked up for many years to keep them from victimizing society.

My $0.03(I'm upping the ante)

Tension Disc Sluhtt Failure....Korporate Hack, Grand Pontiff of the Church of Piffle




gonzostrike

adding sodium to water

Join Date: Jan 2004
Posts: 10,208

not wise to blame meth.wiser to blame the things that cause people to (1) start using meth; (2) keep using it; and (3) commit crimes under its influence.




cmdrpiffle
Weird huh?


Join Date: May 2004
Posts: 266

true....
to a point. When it's in your face however, the esoteric reasonings of what makes Johnny a bad boy are meaningless next to the fact that Johnny is a bad boy.A bad boy that needs to be stopped. The why's don't matter much to the folks that have to deal with it first hand, every day.Cheers

Tension Disc Sluhtt Failure....Korporate Hack, Grand Pontiff of the Church of Piffle




gonzostrike

adding sodium to water


Join Date: Jan 2004
Posts: 10,208

Quote:
Originally Posted by cmdrpiffle

to a point. When it's in your face however, the esoteric reasonings of what makes Johnny a bad boy are meaningless next to the fact that Johnny is a bad boy.A bad boy that needs to be stopped. The why's don't matter much to the folks that have to deal with it first hand, every day.Cheers

that's only 1/4 of the problem at best, and it is NO SOLUTION
.if you don't fix the WHYs of use,
the THEREFOREs will continue.
what's the smarter course, then? spending lots of $$$$ on the THEREFOREs, continuing social disharmony, increasing crime?
or fixing the WHYs?




cmdrpiffle
Weird huh?

Join Date: May 2004
Posts: 266

Quote:
Originally Posted by gonzostrike

that's only 1/4 of the problem at best, and it is NO SOLUTION.
if you don't fix the WHYs of use,
the THEREFOREs will continue.
what's the smarter course, then? spending lots of $$$$ on the THEREFOREs, continuing social disharmony, increasing crime?
or fixing the WHYs?

Fixing the 'WHYs', is not my interest.
The THEREFOREs will continue whether a fix is initiated, or not.
A solution is to prevent the THEREFOREs from being able to continue to victimize, whether you take into account the WHYs, or not.
That solution is far less of a financial outlay, puts an end to the social disharmony, and decreases crime. It's called incarceration.
An example is yourself. You've been allowed to continue to post banal, unimaginative, and generally rhetorical comment, to the tune of 10,000+ posts. One could ponder the why ad infinitum, or .......one could just block your posts.Cheers,Mike

Tension Disc Sluhtt Failure....Korporate Hack, Grand Pontiff of the Church of Piffle

You're in trouble and I'M TELLING MOM !!!

"I'm not supposed to talk to you" - Rufus Redfeather when confronted about the ownership of his vehicle.

Okay, mommy told him not to talk to the mean man. Don't want to make mommy angry. She might send me to my room. (uhhh....I think he spends days at a time there already)

Proud, dutiful ScutBoy.

Nothing can put any modicum of understanding on this last weekend. In light of that, I'll post the words to the new hit single.................Crankster Blues

-Woke up this morning - put some old boots on
-Stepped out on the deck and saw my toolset gone!

He's whackin' yes indeed he's whackin' whack whack whackin, weedwackin' all day long

-Got in my truck and I fired it up
-started to go but 2 tires were gone !

He's whackin' yes indeed he's whackin' whack whack whackin, weedwhackin' all day long
He's whack whack whackin' He got them crankster blues, he's whack whack whackin' Where the hell are my tools!?

-Well he's misunderstood, Everyone's tryin' to do him in
-when his heroin usin' showering friends decided to stop in

He's whackin' yes indeed he's whackin' whack whack whackin, weedwhackin' all day long
He's whack whack whackin' He got them crankster blues, he's whack whack whackin' Where the hell are my tools!?

-Well mommy and daddy will be home real soon
-better blackout and hide in my room
-Well he stays lock'd in his room for days at a time
-then soon as it's dark, makes a run for his ride

To go whackin' whack whack whack, weedwhackin' whackin' weedwhackin' weedwhackin' all night long......................